Thomas Parnell. 1679-1717

Still an angel appear to each lover beside,

But still be a woman to you.

When thy Beauty appears.

Remote from man, with God he passed the days;

Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.

The Hermit. Line 5.

We call it only pretty Fanny's way.

An Elegy to an Old Beauty.

Let those love now who never loved before;

Let those who always loved, now love the more.

Translation of the Pervigilium Veneris.[306:1]